After a vicious bout of writer's block, I am forcing myself to write at least once every day for one year.
Welcome to my gibberish experiment.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Day 333: Gypsophila
"This house shall permit a yard, but not a garden."
The builder specified that in his contract.
Such a shame.
You see, the buyers were avid gardeners.
Who wanted nothing more than to sit and watch their flowers grow.
But this home was all they could afford.